The Song Of An Open Book

The red scarf around my neck moves in a sashay,
The window of my room is kept ajar,
The clouds have piled above,
I need to go abode,
Come holy rain take me in your arms,
And let me fly around witnessing the dusk.

The oil in my hair made it more black.
The golden skin is glowing against the dark shadows,
The clouds are singing their hymn
I need to go abode,
Come holy rain take me in your soul,
And let me fly around witnessing the silver waters.


You ask me, how do I know you?
How do I recognize you?
I repeat, 'Chul amar brindar disha!' ( My hair is swirling like Radha)
I need to go abode,
Come holy rain take me with you,
And let me fly through the heaven witnessing the spirituality of life.

The sitar string beats against the tabla,
The Lavanya-s and Amit-s are reciting their first poem,
I will require your touch,
I need to go abode,
Come holy rain take me close by you,
And let me fly, let me fly with you, witnessing the open book below.

©Madhurima Halder